Sunday, October 15, 2006

Cynicism and a Side of Fries

Have you ever looked in the mirror and wondered if you were meant for something bigger? In the quiet times when you aren't being pulled in directions nine ways to Sunday, do you think about the dreams you had when you were growing up and wonder how you managed to find yourself in such a different place than you had imagined? My dreams are a lot like a game of golf. I have been on the tee so many times and then I sliced it or hooked it but that ball sure ain't on the fairway. So, I end up driving around trying to find that thing that I just had my hands on, but is lost in the woods or the sand trap. And then football.... The next thing I know I am standing in the End Zone screaming "I'm Open, Throw me the ball" and instead the quarterback is sacked for a twenty yard loss. The touchdown just out of my grasp.

Is there a point to this? Hell NO!!!! Sometimes, you are the bug, sometimes you are the windshield.

Fallen - by Sara Maclaughlin

Heaven bent to take my hand
And lead me through the fire
Be the long awaited answer
To a long and painful fight

Truth be told I've tried my best
But somewhere along the way
I got caught up in all there was to offer
And the cost was so much more than I could bear

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so lowI have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

We all begin with good intent
Love was raw and young
We believed that we could change ourselves
THe past could be undone

But we carry on our backs the burden
Time always reveals
The lonely light of morning
The wound that would not heal
It's the bitter taste of losing everything
That I have held so dear.

I've fallen...I have sunk so low
I have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

Heaven bent to take my hand
Nowhere left to turn
I'm lost to those I thought were friends
To everyone I know

Oh they turned their heads embarassed
Pretend that they don't see
But it's one missed step
You'll slip before you know it
And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed

Though I've tried, I've fallen...
I have sunk so lowI have messed up
Better I should know
So don't come round here
And tell me I told you so...

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